I am your paper doll
Cut me loose from my holding cell
And stand me up straight.

Aren’t you jealous of my perfectly drawn lips?
My high cheekbones
And dream body…

Dress me up
Fold the straps over my shoulders and
Make me beautiful.

I am yours
Yours to love
Cut and
Fold

Oh dear – it’s raining
It’s ruining my dress.
The rain pelts my paper body
As I start to soften.
My colors start to run
And I am no longer beautiful.
Look –
I’m melting
I’m used and ruined.

Throw away this paper doll,
She’s used up and worthless

I used to be yours
You loved me
You wanted my clothes
My body
But they were all just paper.

I was yours.
Yours to cut and fold,

And now throw me away.